I was washing my car Rach said, and, then turning to me, her smile turned wicked, and looking me dead in the eye, she continued it was a real mess. I ...anaged to smile back at her, trying my best to imitate her innocent smile, and said did you manage to get it clean? She responded, never loosing eye contact there were a few sticky (she actually emphasized sticky) parts, but I got the job done. With that she turned and walked to the cabinets to help set the table. I was getting up to help, when. His fingers dig deeper into my bruises as he begins to slam into my pussy. I am very wet, I hear him as well as feel him, the pleasure builds. I continue to push back into him, not bashful of the need he has aroused in me. I match him stroke for stroke, each slamming, pushing into the other. He then stops pulls his cock out of me, slaps my butt twice and then pushes his fully erect cock in to my ass. I am ready for this, it is the usual finale to this marvelous act and yet as always I tense up. My jaw dropped as I caught sight of her fleshy round ass and her small girlish breasts. “Err, cough, right over on the bed, please!” I spluttered as she knew I was blown away by her appearance she smiled slyly. She walked over and sat on the big four poster bed and crossed her long tanned legs. “Oh and Maria will you go over at sit next to Britney, get comfortable.” She came over and sat close to Britney. They put their arms round each other and followed my directions as I gave them. As we had. ‘Sure, OK, come on, move in, that will be $200.00 a month.’ Most of the time, when home, Tim discovered, the girls walked around with their hair up in curlers, wearing a robe, with nothing on underneath. Each in turn, he put drops in their drink when he knew the rest of the girls would be in class. Sharon was a Goddess. She was drop dead gorgeous. Home coming queen, contestant in the Miss Michigan pageant. At 5’10’ and a figure of 38, 20, 34 she was ‘Playboy’ material. She also ignored Tim,.